Sunday morning Lola (our mini-shnauzer) had been missing, and we made signs to post around where we live. She has always liked to roam, and even in Montana when we had a fenced in yard she would still escape. I was told that it was an inborn trait in the breed. Her puppy, Maverick who our dear friends own has gotton loose more times than one could count.
So, we kept waiting for the usual call-- that someone had found her and would meet us to return her.
We posted about 10 signs Sunday morning, and went home- awaiting a call....
I was inside making dinner while Nate and the girls were outside working in the yard. I was standing there thinking about how I missed lola. A couple of nights before I came home late from work, and she wasn't there to run out and bark at the night to protect me. That's when Bella ran in. With a strange look on her face she told me that she had found Lola. I had to ask her where, because she didn't say. When she told me under the porch, I knew it wasn't good.
I held Bella, and we both cried. We watched as Nate dug a hole. I told Bella to go and pick out one of her baby blankets and a toy to bury with her. We had just bought a new collar and leash, so we put that in too.
It was a really hard day. It brought back many memories of the years we had her. We got her when Bella was about Gracie's age. She had been with us through so much, hiking in Montana and taveling all around.
So, we said goodbye to our friend.
4 comments:
Oh, Jen, I'm so sorry! It is so hard lossing a pet. Please give the girls a big hug and kiss from me. That just stinks!........c.
how sad..... Sorry.
How sad. I'm so sorry for your kids (and yours!) loss. I can only imagine the weeping and wailing that would progress here if anything ever happened to Bear, our dog.
I am so sorry to hear about the loss of your Lola. I know it hurts so to loose a pet that is loved so much. I remember how I felt when my very first cat died, Mugsy was his name. I cried every time I saw his picture on the frig.
Time heals.
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